Bad Brat Caught: First Time Taboo

Daddy caught me. I don’t understand, I was being careful with the boy in the car, but he saw everything. He stopped me just before I lost my virginity.

And now dad says that if I don’t do a striptease for him, he’ll tell what I did to my mother. That means I will lose my new car, my college education. Everything.

But why is daddy so rough with me? Why do I let him do this to me? So much humiliation, spanking… So much pleasure! My first time will be TABOO in every way!

—-

“We’re not talking about me, little girl. We’re talking about you. I didn’t do anything wrong, you did and you know it. Your mother laid out the ground rules for you when we split up. She said that if you wanted to keep living with me – which you did because you knew I wasn’t as uptight as she was – you had to live by her rules. That meant home early, studying hard, and no unauthorized dating. It don’t take no NASA scientist to realize you’ve been breaking all these rules.”

“Daddy…”

“I have to tell her, I have no choice.”

“Please don’t.”

“If I don’t tell her, she’s gonna have her lawyers go hogwild on me. She’ll prove I was dishonest with her and take away the spousal support I was promised. I can’t take that chance.”

In a flash, I saw my entire future vanish in a puff of smoke. No new car, no tuition, no more pocket money. I would wind up bagging groceries for the rest of my life, if I didn’t become downright homeless. All because I had let my hormones take control of my body.

Without realizing I was doing, I fell to my knees in front of my father and clasped my hands together. “Daddy, please. I’m begging you! Please don’t tell mom.”

“Baby, you did this to yourself.”

“I’ll do anything! I’ll wash your car every day. I’ll cook dinner every night, all your favorite meals. If you don’t tell her, I will do everything you want. Absolutely anything!”

He opened his mouth to speak but then changed his mind. He was thinking about my offer in a much more serious manner than I’d anticipated.

He scratched his chin. “Anything? You’re sure about that?”

“Yes!” I promptly answered, my hopes soaring for the first time.

“Just so that I don’t tell your mother what a depraved little girl you are?”

“Yes, daddy. If you don’t tell her about this, I’ll do ANYTHING you want.”

He nodded and pursed his lips. “Okay, it’s your decision. Start by stripping.”

I had so much fun writing this story. I don’t write much about rough stuff and dubious consent, and this story isn’t exactly that either, but there’s definitely a different power dynamic from my other books. I hope you enjoy it.
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Bailey’s MILF Night: Taboo Trio

It’s Mother’s Day and my older stepsister has just gotten through a divorce. She’s the kind of goody-two-shoes who would never dare go out and have fun on her own.

That’s why I’m taking her out to a biker bar tonight. She needs to get pounded hard by a stranger to see that being single can be great!

And who knows, I might join her for a three-way. After all, I always had a crush on my big sister…

—-

“What are the two of you really doing here?”

“You want the truth, Bunker?”

“Always.”

“I brought my sister here so she would get properly plowed for Mother’s Day.”

At that, Eva spat her drink and choked. It took her a few seconds to regain her composure. “What?!”

“You really need it, sis.”

Bunker looked at my sister for long seconds, his eyes sweeping up from her feet to forehead, drinking it all in. I knew that he couldn’t disapprove because Eva was sexy as hell, her skirt even shorter now that she was sitting.

“I’m not against the idea,” he said.

“Bailey, geez!”

I ignored her. “She recently went through a divorce. All she does is work and take care of my baby nephew. She needs to be with a man, no strings attached.”

“Why don’t you two come up to my office so we can talk about this?”

“Your office?”

“I own this joint. Come on, I have better hooch upstairs and it’s free. Let’s go.”

He took my hand and yanked me to my feet, making me follow him. Before I was too far, I did the same to Eva, grabbing her hand and making sure she didn’t stay behind.

Taboo Conjugal Visit

Ryken has spent five long years in prison and finally he’s been granted a conjugal visit with his wife. Only she doesn’t show up. Instead, it’s his stepsister Emily who does, pretending to be his wife.

He’s obviously crestfallen so she decides to make it up to in a very TABOO way!

It’s clinical at first, very awkward, but soon neither of them can hide their lust for one another. How far will they go?

—-

“Sure but that doesn’t do anything about your… needs.”

“Sis, geez!”

I stood up, as if wanting to put some distance between us.

“Look, I’m a nurse. I know how the body works, right? I know how it is to have physical desires and not be able to do anything about it. There’s no shame in talking about it.”

“Still, I don’t wanna talk about this with my sister.”

We shared an awkward chuckle and she stood up, facing me.

“Remember that summer, my senior year of high school? It was just before you moved out of the house.”

I gulped, knowing what she was referring to.

“Yeah.”

“Remember that night?”

She stared right into my eyes. It was the deepest connection I’d ever felt with anyone in my entire life, I knew it. I nodded slowly.

I truly remembered that night. I had gotten my hands on some cheap whiskey and Emily had made me share it with her while our parents were out for the night.

“We already crossed the line once, Ryken. What’s the big deal if we do it again? I mean, I could help you just this once, extenuating circumstances and all. I could just use my hand so it’s not too weird.”

Taboo Conjugal Visit

Ryken has spent five long years in prison and finally he’s been granted a conjugal visit with his wife. Only she doesn’t show up. Instead, it’s his stepsister Emily who does, pretending to be his wife.

He’s obviously crestfallen so she decides to make it up to in a very TABOO way!

It’s clinical at first, very awkward, but soon neither of them can hide their lust for one another. How far will they go?

Sometimes you write a story and you get to learn about something in the process. That was the case here since I had to learn about wrestling to make it believable as brother and sister turn playfulness into sexiness. And I apologize in advance if I got the wrestling techniques wrong!
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Let’s Get Ready to Taboo: Wrestling at Home

Charlotte is tired of her stepbrother Owen watching wrestling on TV, it’s so stupid to watch grown men play acting this way. So Owen decides to show his sister what wrestling is really about.

But when he tackles her to the ground, she feels a familiar tingling between her legs and she instinctively starts rubbing against him. She knows she shouldn’t, it’s not allowed, it’s too TABOO! But she can’t help herself.

Wholesome No More

Why did mom have to marry Brad? He’s really cramping my style. I’m 18 and I want to party now that I’m back from boarding school.

But after he pinned me against the wall to read me the riot act, feeling his hard bulge on me, I knew I was lost. However, I can’t let him know that I want him to be MY FIRST!

I want him to take me roughly like I know only he can…

—-

I slid into the passenger’s seat of daddy’s BWM and hiked my skirt up so high that it showed him I wasn’t wearing any panties. His scowl grew deeper.

“You’ve been out all day like that?” he asked as he started the car.

“Yep.”

“Where men could see you?” he asked.

“Yep.”

He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckled blanched, and I could see the muscle in his jaw clench and relax repeatedly. I’d peed him off.

Good.

He pulled the car onto the street, saying nothing. He kept his eyes fixed on the road.

I reached over and ran my hand over the front of his pants, noticing he already had an erection.

I grinned and said, “What has you so horny, daddy?”

“What’s between your legs is mine,” he said. “It’s all mine. You will not let anyone else see it. You will not let anyone else touch it. And you certainly will not let anyone else pound it. Is that understood?”

My Taboo Confession

I spent years keeping these feelings bottled up. But I can’t anymore. I need to tell daddy how much I need him, how much I want him to ravage me hard!

So I’m writing him a letter to confess all my taboo fantasies, what I’ve done, what I imagine him doing to me.

I hope it will make him understand that there’s nothing wrong with seducing his little girl.

—-

Dear daddy,

This is my taboo confession. I’m writing you this letter because my therapist suggested it. I don’t know if I will ever send it to you though. Most likely, I’ll read it over and over again late at night, touching myself at the same time, in the process reliving all these fantasies I’ve had about you.

Yes, this is that kind of confession.

As you can understand, I feel ashamed about it. That’s why I’m going to a therapist in the first place. No ordinary person can go through life with these thoughts going through their head without feeling conflicted somehow. So I searched online – for months – and finally decided I had to do something about it.

Thankfully, my therapist isn’t judgmental. She told me from our first meeting that I could tell her anything and I believe her. From the way she looked at me at first, I swear I could tell that she’s had those thoughts about her own father as well. That was really encouraging.

She said that I’m lucky, you’re only my stepdad. This puts a lot less awkwardness on my feelings. Never mind that you’ve been in my life as long as I can remember, we’re not related by blood so society puts less emphasis on this taboo.

Yet, that doesn’t do much to ease my mind.

Let me cut right to the chase, daddy: I have a thing for you. No, I can’t tiptoe around and mince my words. You turn me on. When I close my eyes and think about the perfect man, I think of my dad.

I think of you!

How did it start? Oh man, my therapist has asked me this every time I see her and I never know how to reply to this question. After all my sessions, I can safely say that it wasn’t one big moment that made me fall in love with you. Instead it was a series of small events which snowballed into this pure lust that I have inside of me.

Right then, she rolled her hips and I just about lost my mind. There was nothing innocent about what she had just done. She had rubbed my crotch!

“Jodie, really. Please stop.”

Instead, she did it again. Ever so gently, she put her hands on my knees to get leverage and she began to rock her hips.

“Isn’t it great, daddy?”

“I know what you’re doing, pumpkin,” I whispered, terrified that people around us would notice, though no one did. “I don’t understand what’s going through your head right now but this is wrong, okay?”

“Don’t you like it?” she asked, bringing her lips so close to my ear that her warm breath made my nostrils flare.

“That’s not the point. You can’t do that to your dad.”

“I love you and I know it feels good. It feels good for the both of us, trust me.”

And with that, she accelerated. I couldn’t believe it, my daughter was dry-humping me!

Hot Sticky Nights

Ashlynn wakes up with cum on her body. Did somebody jerk off over her while she was sleeping?

That’s impossible, in the house there are only her daddy and brother who could do this!

Even though at first she’s confused, it soon turns her on to think about the men in her family doing this to her. What if tonight she stayed awake to see what really happens when she sleeps?

And what if she turned the tables and made them have their way with her?!

—-

I was certain dad was about to wake me up in order to tell me something. But that’s when I noticed he had a hand on his crotch.

He was stroking himself! What was going on?!

He bent down and rummaged through my discarded clothes. He picked up my worn panties and pulled them to his face.

“Hmmm…” he moaned as he inhaled deeply.

I was mortified. Daddy was smelling my panties? He was rubbing himself at the same time?

A million thoughts tumbled through my head. I wanted to bolt upright, to tell my stepfather to get out of here. I needed to tell him how what he was doing was wrong and perverted. I could call the cops on him!

But before I could act, I tried to think more sensibly. He was actually a great man, friendly, kind, generous. He provided for me – for the whole family. As shallow as it sounds, I didn’t want to lose the lifestyle to which I had become accustomed.

So what if he got his rocks off doing something kinky like this? Who was I to judge what dad was doing?

His eyes were devouring me. He swiped his gaze from my head down to my toes. It was kind of hot to be desired like this, to be honest.

Taboo Christmas Morning

On Christmas morning, Howard wakes up to find his stepdaughter sucking him off while his wife is sleeping.

She says it’s his Christmas present, that since she turned 18 last week she can now get plowed by daddy like she always wanted to.

He tries to resist but it might prove difficult when she starts playing with herself and talking dirty.

—-

I grinned when I realized I was getting a hummer. It had been almost a year since the last time, so it was a miracle I could still remember what it felt like. My wife had decided to be naughty this Christmas? It was definitely something I could live with.

“Yeah, that’s it…” I whispered.

I looked down and indeed saw there was a head between my legs covered by the bed sheets. It moved rhythmically and matched the suction I was feeling.

I stretched my arms sideways, wanting to get the most out of this but my hand bumped into something. I glanced to my right and my heart stopped when I saw that my wife was sound asleep next to me.

If my wife was sleeping, then who was sucking me off?!

I bolted upright and yanked off the blankets, making sure it wouldn’t disrupt my wife. Kneeling between my legs and bent forward was my 18-year-old stepdaughter Allie.

Heidi and the Bratwurst: A Taboo Brat Story

Staying with her uncle in Germany for Oktoberfest, 18-year-old Heidi comes home late, drunk, and HORNY.

When uncle Dieter catches her pleasuring herself with a sausage in the kitchen, he decides he needs to punish her with some rough sex.

—-

I was writhing on the chair, my legs kicking as I pleasured myself with the meat.

Yes, just a little more…

“What do you think you’re doing, little girl?”

I opened my eyes and froze. Standing before me was uncle Dieter. He was bare-chested, wearing only pale blue pajama bottoms and slippers. My first thought was that he looked pretty good for a guy in his 40s, his muscles rippling just enough for someone who wasn’t a bodybuilder.

Oh man, why was I thinking about this?! I was half naked with a bratwurst in me!

I pulled the sausage out, tossed it behind me on the kitchen table, and rapidly closed my legs, smoothing down my skirt.

“Uncle Dieter, I’m so sorry!”

“Sorry? You’re sorry? Sorry for what?”

I stammered. “I… uh…”

“Are you sorry that you’re a bad little girl? Or are you sorry that you got caught?”

“Uncle Dieter, I…”

“Shut up! I need to decide what to do with you. Do you think I should tell your parents?”

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